Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2011 21:54:35 -0400
From: Kyle Johnson <ttennis550@hotmail.com>
Subject: Enslaved On Vacation, Part 7

Enslaved on Vacation, Chapter 7        (Gay, authoritarian)



	By the time I crawled into the living room, Drew was in the kitchen
digging around in one of the cupboards.  When he returned, he was carrying
a glass of water and a small plastic container that I couldn't see.  He set
them down on a table and then retrieved another small package from his
earlier shopping stash.  "Stand up and get over here, slave," he said,
walking to the sliding door by the balcony.  I was reluctant since I was
completely naked and could probably be seen by anyone looking up towards
Master Drew's condo.  He pointed down towards the pool where we had first
met.  It was getting dark, and the underwater light and landscaping accent
lights provided a smooth glow over the scene.  A smattering of vacationers
still lounged in the general area, but luckily for me, none of them seemed
to have noticed me.  Drew pointed to the small hut on the far side of the
pool that contained the restrooms.  "See that little building, bitch?"

	I nodded.

	"If and when I decide you are allowed to take a piss or a shit
tonight, you will do it in the women's bathroom of that building.  And
that's only IF.  If I'm not feeling generous, you may never be allowed to
go at all.  Of course, you're naked as a fucking baby, and it's a long way
over there...so you better really fucking have to go if you do."

	The prospects of streaking to a public women's restroom to relieve
myself were not pleasant, but I was hoping it wouldn't be an issue.  After
all, long vacation car trips had provided plenty of chance for me to learn
to "hold it" growing up.  Drew's evil grin as he walked away, though, told
me I might be in trouble.

	"With that in mind, it's time for your second ordeal.  Take these,"
he said, emptying the small plastic box he had retrieved from the kitchen
into my hand.  It contained four small pills.  "That's my uncle's Viagra,
bitch.  I just wanna make sure you don't have any trouble keeping your cock
at attention for me.  And remember-- don't even think about touching your
cock without my permission."

	At that he handed me the glass of water, which was lukewarm.  As I
swallowed the pills, I knew how miserable they would make me.  I was
already horny beyond any level I had ever reached, and I couldn't imagine
what even one Viagra would do to me, let alone four.  I thought about Devon
Lucas.  He had taken one on a dare on a college school soccer trip last
fall and hadn't been able to keep his boner down for a day afterwards.
With a gulp, I swallowed the last pill and gave the glass back to my
Master.

	"Not so fast, bitch.  You didn't think your second ordeal was over
just yet, did you?  That would be way too fuckin easy."  Master Drew
laughed as he grabbed the small cardboard box off the table.  I could
clearly read it now, and in bold orange letters it read "FIBROLAX."  Drew
popped open the box and shook a ton of the powdery substance into what was
left of the water in my drinking glass.  He swished it around a bit in a
feeble attempt to get it to dissolve, but a lot of it stayed in disgusting
looking brown clumps.  "Drink up, slave.  And don't forget...no going to
the bathroom without permission."

	Drew grinned with delight as he saw me struggle to ingest the glass
of laxative.  I had to hand it to him.  He was clever for a little guy, and
really knew how to fuck with me.  I had never had a laxative before and had
no idea how long it would take to take full effect, but I knew that
whenever it did, I was in some deep...well, you know what.  Meanwhile, I
think the Viagra must have been starting to kick in because my cock was
absolutely throbbing with a need for release.

	Master snatched away the glass from me and ordered me back to my
knees.  "Two down.  Time for number three.  Stay, doggie," he commanded,
leaving the room.  Within minutes, he was back and was carrying a clear
plastic tub, the kind used for storing odds and ends.  It was about half
full of water, and Master Drew set it down on the floor by his leather
couch.  He quickly plopped down and put his feet in the water to soak.  "My
feet are dirty from you kissing them.  Get over here and wash them real
fuckin good, cunt."  Master dropped a white wash cloth into the tub, and at
that I went to work caressing his beautiful feet.  They were perfectly
clean, and this exercise was clearly just intended to degrade me.  As I
continued to scrub his feet, Master explained the third ordeal.  "You see,
bitch, for your third ordeal, you are going to learn to be like a dog.  And
dogs drink water from a bowl on the floor.  But you're not worthy to drink
normal clean water like most dogs do, so you'll be drinking this foot
water."  The idea was disgusting, and Master could obviously see the look
on my face as I tried to focus on washing between his toes.  "Yeah, that's
right fag.  Why don't you try it out.  Have a few sips."

	Knowing that hesitation would only bring on more punishment, I
stooped my neck to the level of the tub and began to lap at the water.  It
was even more humiliating since Master's feet were still soaking in the
water, and to make matter worse, he splashed his right foot playfully in
the water, splashing my face as I drank.  "Man, you are a fucking loser.
You're drinking the water you just washed my feet in, and your cock is
still hard."  Master laughed at my lowness a moment more and then told me I
could stop drinking.  He ordered me to get a towel and dry his feet, and I
did so.  Master then went to his supply bags and retrieved two dog bowls.
With a sharpie, he wrote SLAVE in bold letters on each of them.  Drew
dipped one of them in the tub of his foot water and set it on the kitchen
tile.  He put the other empty one right beside it.  Master then returned to
his supply area (which had become the bane of my existence) and brought
another bag into the kitchen.  "Is the little faggot dog ready to do his
third ordeal??" he asked mockingly.  Without waiting for a response, he
pulled a red dog collar out of the bag and put it around my neck.  "Now I
know you're probably disappointed that it doesn't have your owner's name
and address on it, but don't worry...we'll get it engraved soon, bitch.
There.  Now you look like a proper dog.  A hairless fucking dog.  And I'm
sure you're hungry since all you had for dinner was burnt chicken scraps.
So I was nice enough to buy you some food."

	I was afraid this was coming.  Master unveiled a large can of Alpo
dog food and cracked it open with a smirk.  He shook the can over the empty
bowl, and with a splat, a single gelatinous glob of dog food flopped into
my dish.  It looked utterly disgusting, oozing with an unidentifiable brown
gravy.  I was sure I would throw up.  "I bet you wish you weren't my slave
right about now, huh bitch?  Well too bad.  You will eat every bit of that
shit and lick the bowl clean.  Now hurry up and get started.  If it's not
gone in fifteen minutes, I'll add another can."

	That was all the warning I needed, and I quickly hunched over the
fowl-smelling bowl like the dog that I had become.  The first bite was
indescribably bad -- even worse than I had anticipated, which is truly
saying something.  I think I threw up a little in my mouth.  But I had no
choice but to plod along.  I took as big of bites as possible without the
gag reflex setting in and washed them down with the water that Master Drew
had so "generously" provided.  I felt sick, but I didn't know if it was the
result of the dog food or the Fibrolax starting to kick into full force.
Bite after bite, I struggled through what seemed like an endless heap of
Alpo.  I must have drank half the bowl of water just trying to get the
taste out of my mouth.  At last, only gravy was left, and I had just licked
up the last glob when Master Drew announced that time was up.

	"Let me see that bowl, faggot."  Master Drew inspected my dish and
shook a scornful finger in my direction.  "Still a tiny bit of gravy here,
slave.  Weren't you listening to my orders?  Didn't you hear me say I would
put another can in if it wasn't completely clean??"  He smirked down at me,
seeing the terror in my eyes.

	There was no way I could stomach another can of that crap, so I
made my best effort to avoid it.  I practically lunged at his feet, sinking
as low as possible as I begged.  "Pleeeeeeaaase, Master.  Please have mercy
on your worthless and horrible dog of a slave.  I tried so hard to finish
it all.  It was very hard, Master, but I did it for you.  Please oh please
great almighty Master take pity on me."  I was kissing his feet desperately
as I begged.  Drew let this pathetic display continue a few more minutes
before completely busting out laughing.

	"Alright, alright.  I was just joking anyway.  Your little doggie
dish is spotless.  I just wanted to see your reaction, slave.  You did
good.  Your third ordeal is complete."  With that, Master Drew walked back
towards the living room.  "Oh, and by the way, your reaction was fucking
funny as hell."


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